Nights Ghost's

Too many ghost's like a whispering mist
clouding my tired eyes as I lay my body
down to sleep,
Thoughts and regrets tapping at my conciousness
waiting to be acknowledged.
My mind flowing backwards remembering
past sins and faults,
responsibilities not met
promises not kept.
I utter a sigh alone in my
darkened room and wish that all time
were a stopped clock and one could wind it
backwards to repair a lifetime of errors.
To forget ones transgressions is
to blanket a mind,
but to forgive is the cleansing of ones soul
and though I succumb to sleep,
with brows deeply furrowed,
there are prayers on my lips.

Oh sweet morning,
I thank you for bringing me solace
and giving me strenth.
Your dawn is comfort,
my relief from nights sorrows.
You rid my heart of melancholy
and my misery is gone.
For only with the absence of light
do ghosts pay homeage to my waiting dreams,
haunting my wakefulness,

until blessed slumber
takes me to that I call,
oblivion.